There are days that I wake up and just feel whipped. I mean worn out physically and mentally. My behind is dragging along with everything else. I struggle to get out of bed. I shuffle my feet all the way into the kitchen to feed the dog and pack my husband's lunch. Then it's, let the dog out, make the bed and get ready for my shower in order to start my WONDERFUL day. I bet that everyone has been there, done that.
I am sitting here thnking about Jesus. Can you picture HIM getting out of bed? He is tired and whipped. He wonders how He is ever going to get through His day listening to me moan and groan. He is thinking, there she goes again. What more can she want from Me? I listen and tell her what to do but does she follow through with it? NO! I've listened and forgiven her. Here she goes again! I only died on the cross for her so that her sins can be forgiven and she can gain the victory. What now?
Thank you, Jesus for listening. Thank you, Jesus that I can get out of bed today and that I have a purpose in life. Thank you for letting me know all about you. Most of all, thank you, Jesus for dying on that cross so that I can live forever with you in Heaven.
